The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

Now that there are more templates in the system, Feng Mu needs to integrate the panel information for more intuitive selection.

Feng Mu

Entries: [Iron Eater], [Blood Rage], [Feast]

Strength: 5.7 (1.1+4.6)

Agility: 4.2 (3.8+0.4)

Constitution: 2.1 (0.9+1.2)

Spirit: 1.1 (1+0.1)

Attribute points remaining: 0

Iron Eater: Level 2

Vacant slots for metal properties to be absorbed: 2

Absorbed properties: Plastic embryo (white)

Current edible slot 1: Pig iron (edible degree 7.1/100%)

Current edible slot 2: Idle

General skill slot:

Crane Claw Skill·Perfection

Basic boxing (intermediate) [1/500]

Basic leg techniques (intermediate) [1/500]

Gymnastics (not mastered)

Remaining general skill proficiency: 25080

Secret skills: Tongue root death curse lv1, Marrying twins lv1, Agent's gift lv1, Blood bar trick eye lv1

Remaining special skill points: 1

Unconsciously, the panel has gone from a few simple lines at the beginning to a string of lines today, just like a shriveled skeleton, which has been filled with flesh and blood, stuffed with internal organs, and inflated, becoming more and more plump.

These values ​​may be just a string of data in the eyes of others, but in Feng Mu's eyes, they are all the results of his hard work day and night, racking his brains, and surviving from the brink of death. They are all the crystallization of his wisdom, hard work, and courage.

"I, Feng Mu, can be where I am today, all thanks to myself!" Feng Mu cheered for himself, his eyes slightly moist.

Of course, Feng Mu would not forget the little boost the system gave him at the critical moment, just like at this moment.

"Add points, Marry the Dead Twins lv1." Feng Mu silently said in his heart.

There is nothing to worry about. Skills that can gain a second life are always ranked first in the order of adding points.

Three seconds passed.

The system did not respond at all. Just when Feng Mu frowned in confusion, two lines of prompt boxes slowly popped up:

[All credit and glory belong to yourself. Your shameless appearance makes many villains ashamed. Your inheritance degree has increased slightly. ]

[Marry the Dead Twins failed to upgrade, prompt: Current skill points are insufficient. ]

Feng Mu automatically blocked the first line of prompt boxes and only saw the second line.

He focused his sight on [Marry the Dead Twins lv1], and saw a virtual box "1/5" faintly floating behind it. The next moment, the virtual box shattered and disappeared.

Feng Mu understood that one special skill point was not enough. You had to collect 5 points at a time to upgrade.

He tried other secret arts again and found that the minimum required was 2 special skill points for [Tongue Root Death Curse lv1], and 3 special skill points for [Agent's Gift lv1] and [Blood Strip Weird Eye lv1].

Feng Mu was slightly disappointed, but he also thought it was reasonable: "I was wondering how one special skill point could satisfy all skills. The gap between skills is sometimes greater than the gap between humans and pigs. They can't be treated equally."

The characteristic [Plastic Embryo (White)] absorbed by the Iron Eater only requires 1, but Feng Mu doesn't want to use it on this.

With his current progress, if he works hard, it will be enough to upgrade [Plastic Embryo] in less than half a month.

The only choice left is [Crane Claw Skill·Perfection], which is theoretically the limit of a martial art.

"Add points, [Crane Claw Skill·Perfection]."

Feng Mu could actually choose to save this special skill point for later, but he felt it was unnecessary. His mentality now is different from before.

He now actively embraces the villain and is happy to make trouble, so there is no need to be stingy. [Inheritance] will increase in the future, and there will be various rewards or treasure chests.

Moreover, he is also very curious about how a martial art can be "reborn" after breaking through the theoretical limit?

[Crane Claw Kung Fu·Perfection→Crane Claw Kung Fu·Breaking Limit! ]

A hundred-year memory suddenly poured into Feng Mu's mind.

[You practiced Crane Claw Kung Fu hard for more than ten years and reached perfection. ]

[You are still not satisfied. You think perfection is not the limit of Crane Claw Kung Fu, so you continue to practice hard. ]

[Another ten years! ]

[Twenty years! ]

[Thirty years! ]

[You practiced without sleep, without eating or drinking, without defecating or urinating, and kept practicing and practicing. ]

[The forest where you practiced was all broken by you, and there was not a single tree left. ]

[Finally, in the thirty-third year, you swung your claws and two claw shadows were drawn in the air. ]

[You broke through the limit of Crane Claw Kung! ]

[Crane Claw Skill·Breaking Limits, when you use this martial art, the passive virtual claw will be triggered. ]

[Virtual Claw: If the copy of the maggot under your claw is hidden, there is a 30% chance of triggering, which can only be triggered when the Crane Claw Skill is used. ]

Feng Mu shook his swollen head, and he subconsciously clawed at the air with his five fingers.

Crane Claw Skill Thirteenth Style·Final Style·Broken Heart Claw.

Buzz——

The air seemed to tremble, Feng Mu was lucky, and the virtual claw was triggered for the first time.

He saw that as his five fingers clenched, a strange black claw shadow under his claw made the same action, with a delay of about 0.3 seconds, and the air made two explosions in succession.

Feng Mu's pupils flashed, and he thought:

"If it is 100% triggered, the enemy may still be able to see through the defense, but it is a 30% random trigger, which is equivalent to a fake move, and it is hard to defend against it."

"Besides, if it was just the Void Claw, it would be fine, it would only be considered a double attack, but there is a 0.3 second delay. The wonderful thing is this 0.3 second delay."

Feng Mu does not think that random triggering and delay are deductions. On the contrary, he thinks that these two items make the Void Claw more elusive and more insidious.

Feng Mu's mouth was wide open, as if he had seen the unbelievable horror of the enemies when their hearts were shattered by his Void Claw.

"If the Void Claw had been used a little earlier, the black-faced man just now might have been killed by me in the first sneak attack."

Feng Mu licked his lips, and the evil villain breath at the corner of his mouth could not be concealed: "This claw is the power of thirty-three years, hehe~"

There was only one reward left in the bronze treasure box that had not been interpreted. Feng Mu put away his insidious claws and looked at the introduction of the secret technique.

[Blood Bar Weird Eye]: When you activate this secret technique, you can see the opponent's blood bar. The price is that both you and the opponent will be digitized during the secret technique, immune to all lethal attacks, and will die only when the blood bar is cleared.

Ps: In this state, if you attack the opponent without breaking the defense, you will be forced to deduct 1 drop of blood from the opponent.

Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly, and he read the skill introduction carefully again, word by word, and various thoughts came to his mind: "It seems a bit useless to digitize both your own and the opponent's blood bars at the same time, but maybe in some cases, it will be a magical skill?"

Feng Mu turned off the panel, blinked his eyes, and a strange blood light appeared on his retina, and the blood bar box [64/100] suddenly popped up on the table in front of him.

He turned his eyes, and wherever his eyes focused, the blood bar box would instantly pop up, but as long as he looked away for more than 3 seconds, the blood bar box would disappear.

Computer [84/125]

Mobile phone [76/111]

Big black core [2331/2584]

…

As far as I could see, there was nothing in the house that had full health. The health bar of the big black core was unexpectedly thick.

“Do dead things have health bars?” Feng Mu was slightly surprised, but soon he was relieved. “That’s right. The skill introduction uses the opponent, and it doesn’t require that it must be a living thing.”

Thinking like this, Feng Mu walked to the bathroom and planned to look in the mirror to see how thick his health bar was.

Then, Feng Mu stood in front of the mirror like a wooden chicken, his pair of blood-red eyes shrank into needle-like shapes and trembled violently.

In the mirror, the health bar on his head was not a question of how thick it was, but… one, two, three, four, stacked on his head in varying lengths, shining red.

“Why do I have four health bars on my head?” Feng Mu didn’t feel that he had four lives, he just felt creepy.